Dear Zazie,  Here is today’s Lovers’ Chronicle from Mac Tag dedicated to his muse.  Follow us on twitter @cowboycoleridge.  Do you have a love that will not die?  Rhett

The Lovers’ Chronicle

Dear Muse,

dreamin’ on faith…
directionless again, hey that could be a song;
floatin’ along, lucid, see if i can git reins on it
today’s theme usually seen palin’ around
with hope and grace, foreign concepts
for many years, oh before we go too far
better make sure the fabulous redhead
is a along for the ride, hey darlin’
”Right here my dear, never far”
hold on tryin’ to steer this one,
lets drop in on Fendi in Vienna first
”Wonder what’s in the maid’s letter”
or who the eavesdropper is droppin’ in on
”What is our purpose here”
exactly, so the maid has written
a letter to the one she secretly loves
”And the eavesdropper is spying on two lovers”
next we should go see Schlemmer, wait, hear that
”Yes, it sounds like three female voices calling”
oh, that must be Hope and Grace and Faith,
i used to slam the door in their faces
but we can welcome them in now
”Since us”
ever since baby

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i want to talk about a line from the song
that popped in your head when you heard
the word of the day
“Cause you gotta have it”
if you can afford it
“Ha funny”
i think it needs to be
narrowly defined
as in yourself
before you try havin’
it in someone else
“Oh I see, I agree”
i had to have faith in myself
before i could have it in you
“And we do have it in each other”

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voices from the past tellin’ me to have it and i dismissed ’em with a scoff, mostly for dramatic effect but partly because i liked hearin’ the reassurance, not that i admitted it at the time or believed it, faced with daily pain, i was numb to all but a few or one, ain’t it funny how if you hang around long enough, life can turn around what you thought, and what a thin margin exists between funny and tragic

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it may be written
some things
can be redeemed

you know better
than anyone
why i lost it

i kept misplacin’ it
till i totally gave up
more precisely,
i decided to stop
chasin’ it

so to those who say
you gotta have it,
no, i think not

but if faith catches up
to you, hold on
you are worth it

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Pale Love, Pale Rider

it does not disappear,
though buried deep

are you me
am i you

our easy ways
no forced feelin’s

enjoyed together
what comes this way

and the words,
here all along

just had to find
their meanin’

think of us,
let it be so
life can mean
what it was meant to

somewhere near

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comes with the risk
of over writin’
an over written topic

first to admit,
not a believer
recent experience
has only served
to reinforce

we are talkin’
romantically
of course

and i did have it
early on but
it was misplaced

so that horse
is out to pasture
which leaves
the only place for faith
is here with you

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does it disappear,
though buried so deep
whether in the next room,
or separated by time

i am you and you are me
whatever we were
that we are still

our easy ways would return
no difference, no forced
solemnity nor sorrow

as we always were
everything enjoyed together

think of us, let us be
ever the words
they always were
let it be so without effort
without the ghosts of shadows

life means all that it ever meant
it can be the same as it ever was

unbroken continuity
waitin’ for you
somewhere very near
nothin’ is past
nothin’ is lost
one brief moment
and all will be
as it was before

and how soon we shall
forget the partin’
when we meet again

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it really was worth
the trouble to stop and look
stop indeed, to see her pass
but it will not do
to stop too long
and be ensnared
in a delusion

better to settle
for the grip of wine
and long orisons

but of course,
comes the ache
and layin’ on the floor
eyes dim, everything
appears to turn around
a painful vibration
in the silence

she, kneelin’ by my side
strives to relieve me
by pressin’ herself
against me
and comfort comes

she whispers a plea
into my mouth
and presses her lips
against mine

i swallow that prayer
without a smile
not wishin’
to hurt her feelin’s
or shake her faith

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Sudden blaze of primordial beauty
Quiverin’ in the altar of your flesh
In your presence, free from the sufferin’

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for Kelli

She smiled at him
And his hard heart
Began to thaw
She took his hand
And a light came
On, flickerin’
In his darkness

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Madness is sacred
to the Dark Muse.
She gives it to me
at the proper time
to purge my soul.

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Today is the birthday of Peter Fendi (Vienna 4 September 1796 – 28 August 1842 Vienna); painter, portrait and genre painter, engraver, and lithographer. He was one of the leading artists of the Biedermeier period. Fendi painted in oil and watercolours, as well as working with printing, etching, lithography and wood carving. Multicolored prints by Fendi are considered pioneering achievements in the field of lithography.

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Today is the birthday of Oskar Schlemmer (Stuttgart, 4 September 1888 – 13 April 1943 Baden-Baden); painter, sculptor, designer and choreographer associated with the Bauhaus school.

In 1923, he was hired as Master of Form at the Bauhaus theatre workshop, after working at the workshop of sculpture. Perhaps his most famous work is Triadisches Ballett (Triadic Ballet), which saw costumed actors transformed into geometrical representations of the human body in what he described as a “party of form and colour”.

He married Helena Tutein in 1920.

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Today is the birthday of Baron George Hoyningen-Huene (Saint Petersburg; September 4, 1900 – September 12, 1968 Los Angeles); fashion photographer of the 1920s and 1930s. He was born in the Russian Empire to Baltic German and American parents and spent his working life in France, England and the United States.

By 1925 George had already worked his way up to chief of photography of the French Vogue where he was mentor to up-and-coming photographers including François Tuefferd. In 1931 he met Horst, the future photographer, who became his lover and frequent model and traveled to England with him that winter. While there, they visited photographer Cecil Beaton, who was working for the British edition of Vogue. In 1931, Horst began his association with Vogue, publishing his first photograph in the French edition in November of that year.

In 1935 Hoyningen-Huene moved to New York City where he did most of his work for Harper’s Bazaar. He published two art books on Greece and Egypt before relocating to Hollywood, where he earned a living by shooting glamorous portraits for the film industry.

Hoyningen-Huene worked in large studios and with whatever lighting worked best. Beyond fashion, he was a portraitist of Hollywood stars and other celebrities.

He also worked in Hollywood in various capacities in the film industry, working closely with George Cukor, notably as special visual and color consultant for the 1954 Judy Garland movie A Star Is Born. He served a similar role for the 1957 film Les Girls, which starred Kay Kendall and Mitzi Gaynor, the Sophia Loren film Heller in Pink Tights, and The Chapman Report.

He died at 68 years of age 

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And it was on this day in 1914 that French poet Charles Péguy died in Villeroy, France.  In 1897, at age 24, Péguy married Charlotte-Françoise Baudoin.  They had one daughter and three sons, one of whom was born after Péguy’s death.  Around 1910 he fell deeply in love with Blanche Raphael, a young Jewish friend, however he was faithful to his wife.  My friend Jett is in that situation.  He is married with kids but he loves another.  The only reason he stays with his wife is because of the kids.

Here is the Poem of the Day by Péguy.

L’amour ne disparaît jamais…

L’amour ne disparaît jamais… la mort n’est rien.
Je suis seulement passé dans la pièce d’à côté.
Je suis moi et vous êtes vous.
Ce que nous étions les uns pour les autres, nous le sommes toujours.
Donnez-moi le nom que vous m’avez toujours donné.
Parlez-moi comme vous l’avez toujours fait.
Ne changez rien au ton,
Ne prennez pas un air solennel ou triste.
Continuez à rire de ce qui nous faisait rire ensemble.
Priez, souriez, pensez à moi, priez pour moi.
Que mon nom soit prononcé à la maison comme il l’a toujours été.
La vie signifie tout ce qu’elle a toujours signifié.
Elle est ce qu’elle a toujours été.
Le fil n’est pas coupé.
Pourquoi serais-je hors de votre pensée, simplement parce que je suis hors de votre vue ?
Je vous attends, je ne suis pas loin, juste de l’autre côté du chemin.
Vous voyez, tout est bien.

Love Never Disappears…Death is Nothing

Love never disappears, death is nothin’                                                                                        I have only slipped away into the next room
I am I and you are you
Whatever we were to each other
That we are still
Call me by my old familiar name
Speak to me in the easy way you always used
Put no difference into your tone
Wear no forced air of solemnity or sorrow
Laugh as we always laughed
At the little jokes we always enjoyed together
Play, smile, think of me, pray for me
Let my name be ever the word that it always was
Let it be spoken without effort
Without the ghost of a shadow in it
Life means all that it ever meant
It is the same as it ever was
There is absolute unbroken continuity
What is death but a negligible accident
Why should I be out of mind
Because I am out of sight
I am waitin’ for you for an interval
Somewhere very near
Just around the corner
All is well
Nothin’ is past; nothin’ is lost
One brief moment and all will be as it was before
How we shall laugh at the trouble of partin’ when we meet again

The Song of the Day is “Love Never Dies” from Andrew Lloyd Webber‘s musical Love Never Dies, the sequel to The Phantom of the Opera, performed here by Sierra Boggess.

My love for you will never disappear, nor die, nor fade away.  My love for you lives on.

Mac Tag

There will be things that I do that no one will be left to understand. – Charles Péguy

The artist must bow to the monster of his own imagination. – Richard Wright

A slow autumn rain:
The sad eyes of the lover
Fill a lonely night.

Richard Wright

Whatever is done for love always occurs beyond good and evil. – Friedrich Nietzsche